This film had two strikes against it (at least for me) to start with -- it's another 1930s comedy about a missing heiress and a cast with which (other than Frederick March) I wasn't very familiar. I almost turned it off after the first 10 minutes, but I'm glad I stuck with it. It really is quite good. Frederick March was, of course, a very respected actor, and he does very nicely here. I wasn't familiar with Virginia Bruce, but she does very nicely here as the heiress...but hardly a spoiled one, which is perhaps what makes this film work so well. I also was not familiar with Patsy Kelly, but she does nicely as the wacky new-best-friend. Eugene Palette (you'll know his rotund figure and barrel-chested voice) is great, as always, as a character actor here. And it was nice seeing Claude Gillingwater (who was Mr. Manette in "A Tale Of Two Cities") as the grandfather. If there are any weaknesses to mention, first there's a rather weak ending, and secondly, there's Arthur Lake (of Dagwood fame), and as always I failed to see the talent. But there are some nice moments, including a rather wacky skating segment, which doesn't have a heck of a lot to do with the plot, but is nonetheless entertaining. All in all it's a pleasant movie, and better than I expected. Good to view at least once, if you're at all a fan of 1930s movies.
Review of There Goes My Heart
